Hellfire Legion Message Dump (AO)

[Saronsen]

>Incoming Transmission<
>Source: Saronsen Nighten<
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"Another exciting day for myself. While not seeing any other Legionnaires, I did score five of my own kills, four of them happening at nearly the same time, and one later in the day."

"First off, here are four guncam shots showing the destruction of a LPI Liberator, and three Guardians, one of which was LPI. My mines came as a very useful asset against most of these.

"First, two secondary fleet Guardians."

"Following these, two LPI craft, a Liberator and then a Guardian."

"Eventually, I was chased off by a "Miss" Sue, a formidable pilot of the LSF. Having moderately damaged her vessel, I feel it was not a total loss. However, she had the upperhand once I ran out of mines, and I was unable to continue further. I escaped with no additional problems."

"Later, I returned to New York, and ran across a Primary Fleet pilot, Christopher Hood. Having a better sense of honor, he decided to face me in a mano-e-mano fight. I warned him that it would be his funeral, but he remained sure he'd beat me. Unfortunately for him, once I had downed his shields, I made sure to hit him with not only a Mini-Razor, but a Mine at the same exact time. I was caught in the explosion myself, but my Sabre held together."

"Afterwards, I faced off against Joe Mctyre. He was a considerably more dangerous pilot, and was extremely aggressive with his own mines, and his disruptors. I lost most of my equipment due to the repeated impact from mines, and most of my systems were shot. He eventually blew me out of my Sabre. But not before I nearly shot him out of his Guardian."

"And that's all for tonight. PFC Nighten, out."


Note to self: Fund another Sabre, one with actual guns.

[Recovery]

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Comm ID: PFC Marco Sera
Subject: Today's mission
Alright, here's my first report. I took the Beta 1 out for a spin in New York as an escort for the Moloch. We encountered several naval vessels at Norfolk, which lead to a rather lengthy conversation, but no engagements. At least, not until a primary fleet fighter ordered an attack. We were outnumbered, but the Ven'Gyr, the Pandion, and the Abbaddon were on their way to assist. The Abbaddon also had a wing of Xenos escorting it. I'm glad they decided to help. My ship was heavily damaged before they arrived, though. I attempted to use the Abbaddon as cover against the three fighters pursuing me, but it wasn't enough. I'm glad my pod was tractored up.

During the fight, I scored one kill, that being a primary Navy Upholder. He didn't stand a chance. That attracted the attention of three nearby fighters, who began focusing their fire on me. That left the Moloch to duel with a single gunboat until reinforcments arrived. My Guncam was damaged with the enemy's first volley, so I couldn't get proof of my kill. A shame, really. It was an incredible shot.
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So basically you're shooting someone else's ship?
PvP abuse, IMO.

<div align="left">[center]<span style="color:#FF0000">[7:31:41 PM] Justin Hopkins: You are a morons.</span>[/center]</div>

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**Incoming Transmission**
Comm ID: Andrew Johnson
Subject: First Report
Attachment Detected:
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Well Heres my First Report. Powered up my Sabre to find myself in a bit of a confusing Volley of messages. First was regroup at ouray, then Get to a set of coordinates to assist the Undaunted against a Liberty Navy Primary Fighter and a secondary fleet Cruiser. Video Log is attached with Related Video. Most of the data from my flight was damaged, but i pieced together the video from fragments saved on backups.

Johnson Out

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Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.

[Recovery]

***New message detected***
Comm ID: Marco Sera, PFC
Subject: My report
Today's mission started out with just me and Captain Shia. I was in the Beta1, whilst Shia was in a Sabre. We made a plan to run recon on Norfolk, more specifically the Dreadnought under construction there. The scans are attached at the end of this message. I almost ate space dust because of the Missouri's fire, but I deployed nanobots just in time.
As we cruised out of there, an LSF rookie followed us despite being hopelessly outgunned. Poor kid. It's just proof of how the LSF brainwashes innocents into stupidity. I mean, they didn't even have armor! Anyway, we were ordered to leave despite the drastic power difference. After we refused, the rookie engaged us. Shia and I returned fire, and I ended it with a SNAC.
We proceeded to restock at Ouray base, and then returned to New York, where we recieved comm signals from other Legionairs. We met at our normal RV point, and proceeded to patrol the system. We encountered several Naval vessels at Ft. Bush, where we proceeded to talk. That is, until a hostile named "Miss Sue" decided to open fire on me in front of half the Legion. Needless to say, she didn't last long. We continued to talk for a while longer. Then a Dreadnought armed for anti-snubcraft arrived. The Beta1 couldn't hold out against it and I was forced to eject.
Here I have attached the collection of guncam shots and sensor logs.
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That should wrap it up. PFC Sera out.
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So basically you're shooting someone else's ship?
PvP abuse, IMO.

<div align="left">[center]<span style="color:#FF0000">[7:31:41 PM] Justin Hopkins: You are a morons.</span>[/center]</div>

[Saronsen]

>Incoming Transmission<
>Source: Saronsen Nighten<
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"Evening. Once again we were out partying in New York. Beat up some bombers and fighters, and we beat up a bunch of gunboat. I even have two more kills to add to my name. First up, a Bounty Hunter bomber. Lightly armoured, all it took was a Mine to take him out."

"Next up, a Mercenary that was about to assist the Navy in combat. I quickly dispatched him before he could cause a problem. A Razor to the hull, and he was no more."

"All in all, it was a fairly successful flight on our part. We took a few losses of our own, especially due to a Solaris Dreadnaught dubbed the "Hello Kitty", or something like that. I look forward to another party."

"Now additionally, I would like to request free useage of a Roc Bomber. The Broadsword is a very effective quick strike craft, but we need something a little heavier for combat against Dreadnaughts, especially Solaris ones."

"Secondly, I would like to request a Cleanroom on Fort Leniex, which is reinforced on both the interior, and exterior from light to medium arms fire. I would like to continue research of my own, as well as assist the Legion with their own. Looking forward to a response."

"PFC Nighten, out."

[wainwright]

Connecting to Secure channel 3-***-*69-***-77...
Password required...
Password entered, verifying...
password accepted..
Legion Secure line opened...
message status: in progress...
Comms ID: Fleet Admiral Richard Wainwright
Target ID: Central Command, Fort Leniex

And so it begins. The pirates that plague Liberty's trade lanes shall tremble at the mention of our name. A simple patrol, and three foolish pirates that thought to attack the Legion float harmlessly in space. These three were loitering with intent at the New York to California jumpgate. Dispite my repeated warnings, they refused to move on, and then opened fire upon me, unprovoked. My scanning array was slightly damaged, so details of the fight are incomplete, but there was a Barghest, a Roc and a Tridente gunship all chasing the Lammergeier. They'll know better next time, or they'll be facing the same outcome.



Keep an eye out for these three, and show them no mercy if they haven't learned their lesson.

Wainwright out.

Message status: complete...
Message Sent...
Closing connection...
Transmission ended...

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All the old knives, that have rusted in my back, I shall drive deep into yours.

Betrayed

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**incoming Transmission**
*Comm ID: Andrew Johnson

Great. Just Great. Well, Out on a normal Combat patrol, and something Extremely weird happens.
My Control Yoke Veers and my Cruise Powers up. I check my targeting computer, and its target is the
Sun in the new york system. on the edge of the corona it powers of cruise, and engine dies. in a desperate
attempt to change course, i pull out my pistol and blast the control panel. i hot-wire the Control, which gives
me a few Seconds of engine control. I get clear of the sun(it was dam hot) and i get my emergency Space Survival Gear on. I Pop The Canopy open, and try to Repair the Control Interface Adapter. I manage to re-route control to my Laptop, and start to make my way to the cockpit. Suddenly, something hits my sabre and i get launched off the ship. Luckily, Executive Commander Adam Daniels is there, and flys up next to me, allowing me to grab onto his ship, and hop in his cargo hold. dam it was damp in there. And smelly. But anyways, somehow, we get my damaged sabre to ouray. Right Now i dont think the engineers should try repairing it until we get a Tech to inspect the software on the dam ship. Anyway, I would like to place A Requisitions Order for a few things. Anyway, Thats about it, so i guess i should sign off.

PFC Johnson out.

**Incomming File/s**
DAWS SR-Series 6 High Velocity Sniper Rifle

DAWS PDW-Series 9 SMG with Teflon coated Rounds

Custom Fabricated Knife with Shealth
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Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.

[Saronsen]

>Incoming Transmission<
>Source: Saronsen Nighten<
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"A little late on this report. This is from two nights back, the night of my last report. This was an encounter with some Navy and Junker pilots, which soon turned into an all out brawl. I had first come across two XA pilots, and we soon encountered a Walter Emmerich, an Upholder, an LPI pilot, a Navy Gunboat, two Congressmen, and a Freelancer assisting the LPI."

"Eventually, we were fighting in an all out brawl, with several Legionnaires and two Xenos. Unfortunately, one of the Xenos were shot down."

"But at any rate, I managed to score myself three kills. Firstly, the Upholder. You could easily guess that, with a Sabre, he was quickly beaten down by Razors."

"Next, a Junker Recycler. Big, slow, and piloted poorly, he practically sat still for me to repeatedly pummel him with Razors."

"And finally, scoring the killing hit on the LNS-Wolfcrest. Revenge is quite bitter, isn't it, Wolfie? Shame my guncam malfunctioned at the last moment, and I didn't get my chance to take a shot of it."

"And that's all for now. PFC Nighten, out."

[Exorius]

Fleet Captain Bennington here,
Approximatively 01:25:00 (Libertonian Time), Operation "Black Light" was a go.
Legionnaires involved were myself, Sam Fauk, Marco Sera, And the crew of the Undaunted.

Operation Black Light was supposed to be recon of Bretonian House systems however, plans changed when
we encountered an unusual situation. It came to our attention that a Republican trader carrying
Military Vehicles was an opportunity we could not pass up. The pilot was of Rheinland descent though
his motives in Bretonia were unknown ones.

Captain of the Undaunted then decided to escort the Republican to Magellan where the Spark.of.Hope
would be waiting to offload the goods. The Republican acted Accordingly throughout the whole encounter,
Lucky for him it was his first encounter with the Legion, And hopefully his last.

The Spark is waiting in Vespucci waiting to offload the Vehicles to fund our efforts in Liberty, Excellent work
on behalf of all Legionnaires involved, Operation was a somewhat, Success.

Bennington, Out.

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&quot;God wills it.&quot;

[Switchback]

**Incoming Transmission**
Comm ID: Andrew Johnson

Hello People of the Hellfire Legion. I was going to post a Report about my last Patrol, but, well,
something is different. I met someone. I dont want to Live my entire life in the military, And i
have been looking for a person to settle down with. I do not want to give out many details,
but i can tell you this much: I have Forged myself a Identity, and will have my Old Skype protocols
activated if anyone wishes to contact me. I will be Getting Married on Planet Cortez, And I have Left
my Launch codes to my Sabre in my Room On Leniex, with my Legion Issued Pistol.


In Conclusion, I Resign My Status as a Pilot For the Hellfire Legion.
Signed,
Andrew Johnson


PS: If you ever need me back for a emergency, contact me on my Skype channel.
**transmission Complete**

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Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.